(I hope I wrote this to your liking Wrennyn. You deserved to go out with a bang)
Disclaimer: Sorry for the lack of jokes in the wrap up and the frequent mention of porn. With this situation I couldn't really come up with good material, and I tried to write it in the style of Wrennyn and Ryan so not many jokes could actually fit in there
It was the end of an era, or at least that was how everyone perceived it to be. By the time the game dwindled down to its last three contenders, the entirety of souls and angels alike knew about the childish ways of the Council. While many disagreed with the survival spectacle, others anticipated the announcement, and today's time approached in the blink of an eye. The clock struck noon as the loudspeakers of the city turned on with an obnoxious siren sound. The tensions of the Council room clouded over the skyline.
"I wonder who it'll be this time?" A civilian wondered, stopping at the bottom step of the pristine white Council building.
"Ah it could be any one of them this time. It's a damn close race if you ask me," another replied while eyeing the speaker system ready to go off any second.
Right on time, the booming voice of the president came on the air to announce the news, "Good citizens of this fair city, it is with great honor that I reveal the verdict of today's meeting. By a close margin of one vote, I am deeply saddened to say that Mister Wrennyn Foster has be chosen. The details of his demise shall be disclosed after the events occur. Thank you, please go on about your day."
"You're not really upset about Foster's death are you sir?" President Stone's assistant asked him after he signed off.
"Oh God no, I'm positively ecstatic! When can I get another opportunity such as this? Oh the ideas, the wonderful ideas I have in store! George, you have no clue as to how happy I am that this day has come!"
"But it is in my knowledge that you were betting for Mister Foster. Am I wrong?"
"What ever do you mean? I as president must remain unbiased one hundred percent."
"You sure about that? Because I saw you slip a couple twenties into his betting pool yesterday."
"Oh you must have mistaken me for someone else. Wow, living for three millennia must've taken a toll on your memory."
"No, I'm pretty sure it was you."
"George, what did I say about correcting me?"
"I wasn't--"
"No, no. Just, shut your mouth or you'll be out of a job faster than you can say copyright infringement. Not like I've ever partaken in that before, despite the constant notes stuffed in my mailbox by a certain Mister Hounsome supporter. But in any case, that's not the point. The point is that we've got another killing to take care of and fast if I may add. Oh this'll be perfect. My plan is coming together rather nicely."
"What plan?"
"Oh. You're still here. Well, since you asked, I'll share with you my plan on the execution of Mister Foster. Basically, I'll lure little miss blondie over to where the bromance--as she has called it--is, after those two come to shore of course. Then, while she's on her way, I'll have...something explode and annihilate Wrennyn. Oh wait, even better! I remember hearing from Gerald that those two trigger happy toddlers planned on battling it out anyway, so if I get them to... No, no that won't do. Ugh, George! Why can't I think of anything good today? I blame you. Just...go stand in the corner and think about what you've done to me."
Minutes upon minutes of thinking left the council president stuck. No matter what he thought of, he always came back to the fight between Foster and Hounsome. Well, I gotta do what I gotta do. I'll make it work.
"Where did you say they were again?" Brooklyn asked breathily, the wind knocked out of her from running across the island. They're on a ship off the shore of the cave we went to a while ago, Natalia replied, I should start calling you Dory from now on from your short term memory.
"Oh shut it you piece of wind." Piece of wind? Is that all you could come up with?
"I'm tired, okay," Brooklyn pointed into the distance, "I think I see something over there. It might be them."
"You know I might forgive you for touching my babies if you do something for me," Ryan offered after the knife incident with his abs.
"And what would that be?" Wrennyn asked in return sleepily, annoyed that Ryan woke him up from his nice nap.
"Well, you know how we discussed starting off your pornstar career? I was thinking that maybe we could grab that camera over there and--"
"No, just no! I never agreed to do one goddamn thing with you, got it? Get that through your thick, arrogant head."
"Damn Wren, what's got you in a bad mood today? Feeling withdrawal?"
"I'm just done."
"Done with what? Your sex life? I mean I don't know about back before the plane crash, but your life in the bed didn't seem very interesting out here."
"Stop talking about sex. Now you're the one who's sex life is boring if you keep talking about someone else's. I'm just done period. I don't know. Shouldn't there be something else for us to do, like storm another ship or fight off some more Russians? Now that it's over, I don't know what to do or who the real enemy is."
Wrennyn closed his eyes to have another chance at taking that long anticipated nap. Even in desperate times he needs his beauty sleep. C'mon, he doesn't look like a model from just nothing (well maybe a little). The ten blissful seconds were interrupted by the feeling of cool metal on his throat. Wrennyn opened his eyes to see Ryan, the man he trusted, ready to kill him.
"Maybe you don't know who the real enemy is because it's you," Ryan said as he pushed the blade harder against his skin.
That was one hell of a wake up call.
"Wow, got that from a Facebook post, Ryan?" Wrennyn sarcastically replied standing up with his knife in tow.
"Tinder actually."
"Oh really? I spiked you more as a Christian Mingle kind of guy."
"Huh, strange, I thought I saw you on dateaconvict.com."
"If you saw me, then you'd have an account of your own. Nice try at a comeback Hounsome, that was the epitome of your comedic career."
"Ah well the porn industry pays me more. But I would probably shut down your account if I were you, you won't be needing it anymore."
With that, Ryan lunged forward to jab at Wrennyn's lower thigh, ducking into a roll before standing back on his feet. With Wrennyn caught off guard, he took the opportunity to go in for another attack, but Wrennyn saw right through him. He sidestepped the incoming blow and grabbed Ryan's arm, twisting it to an unnatural angle. Ryan didn't give up so easily, however, as he maneuvered his way out of the hold and used his momentum to push Wrennyn to the ground.
In the midst of his fall, Wrennyn dropped his weapon, watching it slide out of reach. He looked back up at Ryan, the man he trusted and spent most of his island life with, and lightly laughed, "So this it it, huh? This is how I'm going? Wow, I could've done a lot better."
Ryan laughed as well, "Yeah, you could've at least had a little fun with me."
"Let that go man. Deal with the fact that no one wants to sleep with you."
"Au contraire, Foster. But I'm not here for that. I'm here to say goodbye to us. I gotta admit I'll miss the little bromance we had going, but it's not you, it's me. Well, actually I take that back. It's all you, not me," he moved the knife closer to Wrennyn's chest, "Sorry, bro."
"You may be a backstabbing bastard, but I'll miss us too. I'll make sure to haunt you once this is over. Can't have you going too crazy."
"Goodbye Foster."
"Bye Hounsome."
The knife plunged into Wrennyn's chest in a swift motion, causing blood to stain his clothing. Despite the events that just occurred, Wrennyn died smiling, just like the good old days.
STRONGEST CHARACTER: BROOKLYN WHITE
ELIMINATED: WRENNYN FOSTER
___(I hope I wrote this to your liking Wrennyn. You deserved to go out with a bang)
Disclaimer: Sorry for the lack of jokes in the wrap up and the frequent mention of porn. With this situation I couldn't really come up with good material, and I tried to write it in the style of Wrennyn and Ryan so not many jokes could actually fit in there
It was the end of an era, or at least that was how everyone perceived it to be. By the time the game dwindled down to its last three contenders, the entirety of souls and angels alike knew about the childish ways of the Council. While many disagreed with the survival spectacle, others anticipated the announcement, and today's time approached in the blink of an eye. The clock struck noon as the loudspeakers of the city turned on with an obnoxious siren sound. The tensions of the Council room clouded over the skyline.
"I wonder who it'll be this time?" A civilian wondered, stopping at the bottom step of the pristine white Council building.
"Ah it could be any one of them this time. It's a damn close race if you ask me," another replied while eyeing the speaker system ready to go off any second.
Right on time, the booming voice of the president came on the air to announce the news, "Good citizens of this fair city, it is with great honor that I reveal the verdict of today's meeting. By a close margin of one vote, I am deeply saddened to say that Mister Wrennyn Foster has be chosen. The details of his demise shall be disclosed after the events occur. Thank you, please go on about your day."
"You're not really upset about Foster's death are you sir?" President Stone's assistant asked him after he signed off.
"Oh God no, I'm positively ecstatic! When can I get another opportunity such as this? Oh the ideas, the wonderful ideas I have in store! George, you have no clue as to how happy I am that this day has come!"
"But it is in my knowledge that you were betting for Mister Foster. Am I wrong?"
"What ever do you mean? I as president must remain unbiased one hundred percent."
"You sure about that? Because I saw you slip a couple twenties into his betting pool yesterday."
"Oh you must have mistaken me for someone else. Wow, living for three millennia must've taken a toll on your memory."
"No, I'm pretty sure it was you."
"George, what did I say about correcting me?"
"I wasn't--"
"No, no. Just, shut your mouth or you'll be out of a job faster than you can say copyright infringement. Not like I've ever partaken in that before, despite the constant notes stuffed in my mailbox by a certain Mister Hounsome supporter. But in any case, that's not the point. The point is that we've got another killing to take care of and fast if I may add. Oh this'll be perfect. My plan is coming together rather nicely."
"What plan?"
"Oh. You're still here. Well, since you asked, I'll share with you my plan on the execution of Mister Foster. Basically, I'll lure little miss blondie over to where the bromance--as she has called it--is, after those two come to shore of course. Then, while she's on her way, I'll have...something explode and annihilate Wrennyn. Oh wait, even better! I remember hearing from Gerald that those two trigger happy toddlers planned on battling it out anyway, so if I get them to... No, no that won't do. Ugh, George! Why can't I think of anything good today? I blame you. Just...go stand in the corner and think about what you've done to me."
Minutes upon minutes of thinking left the council president stuck. No matter what he thought of, he always came back to the fight between Foster and Hounsome.
Well, I gotta do what I gotta do. I'll make it work.
"Where did you say they were again?" Brooklyn asked breathily, the wind knocked out of her from running across the island.
They're on a ship off the shore of the cave we went to a while ago, Natalia replied, I should start calling you Dory from now on from your short term memory.
"Oh shut it you piece of wind."
Piece of wind? Is that all you could come up with?
"I'm tired, okay," Brooklyn pointed into the distance, "I think I see something over there. It might be them."
"You know I might forgive you for touching my babies if you do something for me," Ryan offered after the knife incident with his abs.
"And what would that be?" Wrennyn asked in return sleepily, annoyed that Ryan woke him up from his nice nap.
"Well, you know how we discussed starting off your pornstar career? I was thinking that maybe we could grab that camera over there and--"
"No, just no! I never agreed to do one goddamn thing with you, got it? Get that through your thick, arrogant head."
"Damn Wren, what's got you in a bad mood today? Feeling withdrawal?"
"I'm just done."
"Done with what? Your sex life? I mean I don't know about back before the plane crash, but your life in the bed didn't seem very interesting out here."
"Stop talking about sex. Now you're the one who's sex life is boring if you keep talking about someone else's. I'm just done period. I don't know. Shouldn't there be something else for us to do, like storm another ship or fight off some more Russians? Now that it's over, I don't know what to do or who the real enemy is."
Wrennyn closed his eyes to have another chance at taking that long anticipated nap. Even in desperate times he needs his beauty sleep. C'mon, he doesn't look like a model from just nothing (well maybe a little). The ten blissful seconds were interrupted by the feeling of cool metal on his throat. Wrennyn opened his eyes to see Ryan, the man he trusted, ready to kill him.
"Maybe you don't know who the real enemy is because it's you," Ryan said as he pushed the blade harder against his skin.
That was one hell of a wake up call.
"Wow, got that from a Facebook post, Ryan?" Wrennyn sarcastically replied standing up with his knife in tow.
"Tinder actually."
"Oh really? I spiked you more as a Christian Mingle kind of guy."
"Huh, strange, I thought I saw you on dateaconvict.com."
"If you saw me, then you'd have an account of your own. Nice try at a comeback Hounsome, that was the epitome of your comedic career."
"Ah well the porn industry pays me more. But I would probably shut down your account if I were you, you won't be needing it anymore."
With that, Ryan lunged forward to jab at Wrennyn's lower thigh, ducking into a roll before standing back on his feet. With Wrennyn caught off guard, he took the opportunity to go in for another attack, but Wrennyn saw right through him. He sidestepped the incoming blow and grabbed Ryan's arm, twisting it to an unnatural angle. Ryan didn't give up so easily, however, as he maneuvered his way out of the hold and used his momentum to push Wrennyn to the ground.
In the midst of his fall, Wrennyn dropped his weapon, watching it slide out of reach. He looked back up at Ryan, the man he trusted and spent most of his island life with, and lightly laughed, "So this it it, huh? This is how I'm going? Wow, I could've done a lot better."
Ryan laughed as well, "Yeah, you could've at least had a little fun with me."
"Let that go man. Deal with the fact that no one wants to sleep with you."
"Au contraire, Foster. But I'm not here for that. I'm here to say goodbye to us. I gotta admit I'll miss the little bromance we had going, but it's not you, it's me. Well, actually I take that back. It's all you, not me," he moved the knife closer to Wrennyn's chest, "Sorry, bro."
"You may be a backstabbing bastard, but I'll miss us too. I'll make sure to haunt you once this is over. Can't have you going too crazy."
"Goodbye Foster."
"Bye Hounsome."
The knife plunged into Wrennyn's chest in a swift motion, causing blood to stain his clothing. Despite the events that just occurred, Wrennyn died smiling, just like the good old days.
See you later, asshole.